Net King Whale Fall

Chapter 17 I miss you so much
Kudo Shinichi pinched the center of his brows, feeling a little headache. He knew that Sanada Ling didn't care about those scars, but she kept wearing a mask because she didn't want to explain it, but she couldn't wear it all the time, and there was no reason why she kept hiding it behind her back.

Sanada Ling really didn't feel anything about those scars, at most they just looked a little ugly, and she was too lazy to look at them and was too troublesome to explain so much to irrelevant people, but she definitely didn't have any inferiority complex, it was absolutely impossible, she There is no such emotion.

Ah Da drove quietly, watching the two of them talk through the rearview mirror from time to time.

After returning home, Sanada Ling received a call from Odagiri Toshiro. Although he was away for the past two days, Nakamoto Takuo reported everything that happened verbatim.

Sanada Ling answered the questions asked by Toshiro Odagiri very honestly. As for the final feeling, "That's it, it's not too challenging."

Toshiro Odagiri was almost overwhelmed, sometimes he wondered who he learned from Sanada Ling's words of anger that would cost him his life.

Toshiro Odagiri tapped his temple, and the child said, "By the way, do you want to go to the hospital for reexamination tomorrow?"

review?Sanada Ling looked at Ah Da, is the time up?

Ah Da nodded, "I should go to Osaka to see Dr. Matsuno for a review tomorrow."

Sanada Ling called back, "Well, I'm going to Osaka tomorrow."

Toshiro Odagiri knew, "That's fine, you go to bed early, and I will be sent over later as a reward."

The mention of rewarding Sanada Ling made me feel better, "Okay, little uncle."

Sanada Ling hung up the phone very satisfied, "Ada, what shall we have for dinner?"

Kudo Shinichi was also going to eat, but he received a call from Lan halfway, and Ada turned the corner and sent him back.

Ah Da was chopping vegetables in the kitchen at the moment, and said without looking back, "Broccoli, boiled eggs, beef, and vegetable porridge."

Sanada Ling: ".OK."

Oh, it's better not to ask, what a dinner that wasn't expected at all.

Sanadaling ate and took medicine resignedly, then went back to the room to wash, and tore off the mask in the bathroom. Two flesh-pink scars that could not be ignored lay arrogantly on Sanadaling's face, which could be seen with a single eye. Just a little bit better than the beginning.

The scar on the cheek is still alive, that is, the scar at the corner of the eye, which presses over the temple and disappears at the edge of the hairline. It was hit by a bullet, and the burn is quite obvious if the distance is too close.

Sanada Ling brushed her hair out, and there seemed to be one above her right ear, which had been cut with a knife at that time.

Then Sanada Ling continued to look down, the knife wound on the neck, there was a long cut in the vertical direction on the right side, and the mark on the neck that was originally drawn by the hemp rope was much lighter.

The one on the right shoulder is even more obvious. There are uneven gunshot wounds and crossbow arrow wounds. There is also a bullet penetrating wound on the right arm, and a scar corresponding to the palm and back. Sanada Ling tried to raise the arm, and within half a second Then he returned to the original position, and the pain from the depths of the flesh and blood could not be ignored, like a tiny lightning blasting under the flesh, Sanadaling pressed his shoulder with his left hand to try to relieve the pain.

The line of sight continued to slide down, and the marks on the waist and abdomen were even more unbearable to look directly at. Constant rescue operations, stitches and stitches were taken apart and stitched up again, making Sanadaling's white and smooth abdomen with clear vest lines look like a child who just learned to hold a pen. Children's random doodles on white paper.

There is a dark pink palm-sized scar on the right thigh, and the scar on the left calf wraps around it like a vine.

Sanada Ling's left hand was still pressed on her shoulder, she stared at herself in the mirror, and turned around slowly after a while, her bare back completely appeared in the mirror, and the incandescent lamp on the roof illuminated everything extraordinarily clearly.

The most precious silks and satins should be well preserved, even if they are viewed, they must be viewed through glass.

But now, the silk has been wantonly destroyed, and the sharp swords have cut off the patterns on the silk surface, leaving only hideous and terrifying wounds, which the most powerful masters cannot repair perfectly, no matter how much time it takes.

How could the silk that would snag when rough fingers brushed it against the sharp blade's attack?

It was barely put together, but the edges were full of broken ripples.

It's like a gorgeous dress studded with diamonds. When I turned around, I saw the rough edges and strips that shouldn't appear.

Sanada Ling looked at the mirror and thought, it's really ugly.

Even though Sanada Ling has a special constitution and won't leave scars on her body, these can't be completely faded away in three to five years.

She took out the small white bottle from the cabinet, took out the ointment and applied it on like a body lotion, put on her pajamas, got into bed and covered her head and fell asleep.

At 02:30 in the middle of the night, Sanada Ling quietly opened her eyes. She glanced at the time of the alarm clock on the bedside table, then looked away again, and burrowed into the bed, feeling a little cold.

It should be because I slept too long during the day, so I woke up in the middle of the night, there is no other reason, no.

Sanada Ling adjusted her posture so that she could see the oil painting on the wall. She didn't bother to reach out to turn on the light. The painting had long been remembered in her heart, and she knew it without looking at it, but she was used to seeing it.

Not being able to sleep was no big deal, and it wasn't the first time.

She's just, she's just a little...well, not a little.

【I miss you. 】

【Joe. 】

The next morning, Sanadaling went to Osaka after dinner. Although the murderer was caught, but because he was a teacher at the school, the influence was very bad. The school had not notified the class yet, and Sanadaling was still free.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well last night, and because of the slight motion sickness, Sanada Ling put a pair of sunglasses on his face, leaned back in the chair, and was drowsy all the way.

Ah Da occasionally glanced over, and looked away after seeing that she was really fine.

When Sanada Ling went out today, she came out without makeup, and only put a few band-aids on the obvious scars. As for whether it will be seen by people she knows, who cares?

When they arrived at the hospital, Sanada Ling let the doctors dictate and came for a full set of examinations.

Dr. Matsuno looked at the examination report in his hand, and found that everything else was fine, and it was steadily increasing, and the blood congestion in the brain showed no signs of moving, so everything was fine.

Except for Sanadaling's arm and calf, the more serious one was her right hand. The examination data showed that there was no change after the operation. After such a long time, her arm still has not recovered.

This was anticipated when the operation was performed. After all, in that case, it would be good to save your life, so don't ask so much.

Doctor Matsuno has a headache now, how to explain this to Hattori Heizo, he really doesn't want to see that dead fish face.

Forget it, wait for the next phone call, and don't come here.

Dr. Matsuno looked at the little girl sitting across from him, reminded a few more words, and sent people back.

Sanada Ling didn't move, she had a question to ask the doctor.

Dr. Matsuno was still a little puzzled, "What's the matter? Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Sanada Ling: "Doctor, do tattoos matter?"

Dr. Matsuno was taken aback, and looked at her in surprise, "Tattooing is not recommended, the scar area is too large, if the operation is not standardized, it is very easy to cause infection, it is very dangerous, your body cannot make any mistakes."

Sanada Ling thought for a moment, "What if it was painted?"

She had this idea before and paid attention to it, but she was sleepy at that time and didn't bother to do it.

Now is a good opportunity, and time is fine.

Dr. Matsuno looked at her serious eyes, and said tactfully, "If you paint it with special paint, except for allergic reactions, although there is no risk of infection, it is still not recommended."

"You don't have a scar constitution, and there are no particularly obvious keloids on your body now. If you want to get rid of the scars, you can remove them through cosmetic surgery after a while, and you don't need tattoos."

Sanada Ling thought for a moment, "If it's just not recommended, then it should be possible."

"Okay Doctor Matsuno, I see, thank you for letting me know."

"It's getting late, so I won't waste your time. I'll trouble you today. Goodbye."

Dr. Matsuno looked blankly at Ling Sanada who got up and left after speaking, no, what do you understand, you just left, what do you understand?
With a bang, the office door closed, and Dr. Matsuno came back to his senses. He turned his head and said to the doctor who was studying with him, "Is it because what I just expressed was not clear enough?"

The intern shook his head with difficulty, no, you made it very clear.

Dr. Matsuno: "That means she didn't understand well, and her thinking went wrong?"

The intern tried his best to hold back a sentence, "Uh, maybe it's the age gap. There is a generation gap. I don't understand it very well."

No, the more Dr. Matsuno thinks about it, the more he feels something is wrong. He'd better call Hattori Heizo and make it clear in advance that he will not be responsible for any problems after that.

Sanada Ling knew that Dr. Matsuno would definitely report to Hattori Heizo, but it didn't matter, tattoos were not a big deal.

She thought with some uncertainty, besides, it wasn't a real tattoo, it was a painting, which could be washed off at any time.

But since Sanada Ling came to Osaka, she went to Hattori House for a lunch at noon, oops, I haven't seen you for a few days, Aunt Jinghua has become more and more beautiful.

Sanada Ling came back to Tokyo in the afternoon, but instead of going home directly, she asked Ada to stop in front of a tattoo shop.

After Ada parked the car, he didn't go down. He understood Sanadaling's meaning, but, Ada also tactfully dissuaded him, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Whether this sentence works or not is out of his consideration.

Sanada Ling glanced at the phone, it was good that no one called, "I just drew a picture, don't worry, it's fine."

Ah Da looked at the large characters in the tattoo shop and the works on the wall. Your paintings are really not ordinary paintings.

The proprietress of the tattoo shop is a very enchanting and beautiful blond beauty, her hot body is wrapped in a modified colorful kimono, and the slightly low neckline reveals a piece of white and tender skin and an unknown pattern on it.

There is also a string of letters tattooed on the ring finger of his right hand, which are French connected to form a ring. A slender lady's cigarette is held between his fingers, and the curl of smoke is floating in the air.

The proprietress was very interested in this strange combination, the beautiful and lovely little sister and the fierce and burly man, with slightly raised eyebrows, sparkling eyes, full of amorous feelings, she took a deep puff of cigarette, and looked towards Spit out a perfect smoke ring in the air.

"Little sister, do you want to get a tattoo?"

The voice also fits her appearance very well, with a melodious and charming voice, and the tail tune is like a small hook wrapped around it, which is very seductive.

It's a pity that Sanada Ling is a normal girl, and she can't feel the charm of a great beauty, only that the smoke is a bit choking.

Ah Da is a normal man, but he has been in the drug den for a long time, and he is not interested in such characters, so it is better to give him a gun to stimulate him.

Sanada Ling said calmly through the smoke, "I want a tattoo."

"It was painted on."

painted it?The proprietress's smile faded a little, okay, "Little sister, painting is more expensive than tattooing, and you can add more money according to the size of the pattern."

Sanada Ling nodded: "Yes."

The proprietress stood up and pinched out the cigarette butt in her hand, and stretched lazily. Just such a movement made her sit up with an indescribable charm, and she gave Ah Da a wink by the way.

Ah Da looked back blankly, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Well, the proprietress rolled her eyes from the bottom of her heart, she finally fell in love with someone she was interested in, and it turned out to be cut.

The proprietress looked Sanada Ling up and down, and then looked at the crutch in her hand, "It's a coincidence that you came here, I'm free today, so I'll draw for you myself, little sister, you're in luck."

Sanada Ling calmly looked at the woman who was half a head taller than her, she could smell the perfume on this man even when she was so close, it was too fragrant.

The proprietress: "."

Did these two people come from which iceberg?One is more silent than the other?
Sanada Ling followed the proprietress into a separate box. The room was well-equipped, and one of the walls was a whole piece of mirror.

Ah Da was sitting on a chair in the corridor, holding Sanada Ling's mobile phone in his hand, Ah Da looked at the closed door, and sighed heavily, hey.

The proprietress is preparing things for tattoos, "All the supplies here are sterilized at high temperature, absolutely clean and hygienic, you can rest assured."

"By the way, where do you want to draw?"

Sanada Ling stood in the middle of the room, retracted her gaze, "Shoulder."

"Did you see the tablet next to the bed? There are all the tattoo designs you want in it. Of course, you can also design your own. Just double-click after selecting it, and it will be displayed on the big screen."

The proprietress squeezed her chin and looked at Ling Sanada ambiguously, "If it's the back of the shoulder, take off all the tops, all of them."

"Little sister, you can change your clothes first, and then lie down on the bed, I promise not to peek."

Sanadaling ignored the teasing from the proprietress, she searched for a pattern from the tablet and double-clicked it.

The cane was leaning against the bed, the coat was placed on the chair beside her, and the shirt and underwear were taken off one by one.

The proprietress listened to the sound of the fabric rubbing behind her, and turned her head after she was quiet, still holding a tool in her hand, "Come on, little sister, let's see if you want to draw a click"

After seeing the person behind her clearly, the proprietress's pupils shrank suddenly, the thing in her hand jingled and fell to the ground, and her red lips let out an exclamation.

Sanada Ling stood still on the spot, with no uncomfortable expression on her face, and Mo Tong stared at the proprietress darkly.

The light in the room was very bright, and the stray hairs on the floor could be clearly seen, so the proprietress could clearly see the cruel and terrifying scars on the little sister in front of her.

On the big screen on the left is the tattoo pattern chosen by the little sister. It is a ferocious and roaring oriental black dragon.

If the wounds on Sanada Ling's waist and abdomen can still be tolerated, then the scars on her back that appeared in the mirror are enough to shock people's eyes.

The proprietress's lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a word.

(End of this chapter)